(for Will Stabile)
they put a camera up my ass
they put a camera down my throat
(not the same camera)
(or not the same day)
they made pictures of my brain
in onion skin
my spinal column
(intact I’m glad to say)
dear doctor
what else is there
I think
I eat
(I think I eat)
(I eat I think)
what goes in comes out
more or less on cue
I overheat at times
that’s the way the world goes
although I have never been exactly straight
I am approximately upright
& things that happen in my head
have their correlative elsewhere
we are all part of the great digestive tract
that is the world
& we all become much the same substance
& shadow
& when push comes to shove
you can know too much
since there never was a Jesus Christ
(as per the label)
(or at least not one that was a god)
there is no such thing as the perfect life
no let there be light
no logos to speak about
no way out
let’s call it evens
give me the strength to be
a broken man of the broken world
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